When we Cum Face to Face

I mean this was so…fuckin cool. “Should I call your Dad? We could stop in Pasco? Your brother might want to see him?” He asked me at seventy-eight in the fast lane going uphill passing cars.

This bus has a big engine, well it must I guess, and there was peddle to spare; could have passed someone at ninety.

“Grampy, I can’t make it all the way home.” I was being honest. As comfortable as it is, the bus is like riding a dragon and I’d been riding it for five hours.

“Pull over where ever you want, slick. I never expected you to make it all the way home. It’s not like this isn’t a house.” And I did.

From Me:

We need to back up a month or so. I walked the deck around to Robby’s room and saw him. He was dancing and singing with earbuds in. I opened the slider and he didn’t hear. I’m so… fuckin lucky.

‘Grampy, you cover me in sunshine. You shower us in good times. His eyes were closed. I thought of the master plan. Could this be it?

“You shower me in sunshine, Grampy. You showered us with good times.” He was dancing. Doing half cartwheels around the room.

“I’ve been dreaming, friendly faces, just imagine us laughing.” That kid has a fuckin slap cuming. He turned with eyes closed and tears.

OK. We all know. When you think you can’t imagine loving more, it happens. I love him so…much. He saw me covering him in sunshine, showering them in rainbows and good times. Took me like five hours recovering from that shit.

‘Robby’. He feels more. I can’t even imagine his hurt.

Think about all my shit. ‘Robby and Ryan’.

My Grandson read my life. He read all of ‘Robby and Ryan.’ Twice. He knew my life from sixteen, understood the love and pain I endured.

My Grandson. “Don’t start with that shit, Grampy,” I looked over at him.

“Oh. Now you decide to chime in.”

“I don’t see you as everything; I know that’s what you’re thinking. I don’t but, I see so much more. You do cover me in sunshine with your eyes and smile; shower us in rainbows and happy things with the way you treat us.”

“You stop all that sappy shit right now,” I told him sitting across from me.

“Really, Gampy? Sappy shit? And don’t even rock your head at me. It doesn’t work for you.” It was funny.

“I watched that Pink video with her daughter, for hours. What am I gonna do with you, Slick?” He asked.

“The question is; What am I gonna do with you, Gampy.

“Are you really gonna go there? Always trust, Parker.”

I did what needed to be done, the jacks, slide outs, and I even hooked up the other stuff. I knew the tanks needed to be emptied, dirty water and shit with the green fake grass under the awning with chairs. My brother had turned back into his pissy self again.

He didn’t even know I was the one driving. “If you want, you can call, Dad.” I felt sorry for him and extended an olive branch.

“We are only like twenty miles away.” I told him.

Dad didn’t answer after like five calls. I could tell my little brother was hurt, he called our Dad all the time. I have no idea how many times, Dad answered.

In the morning, Grampy asked again, “Wanna drive?” And I nodded just wanting to get home to what he had given me.

We were ready to leave and I walked out giving him the head nod. “Spill, Grampy,” I said.

“What?” He asked with a tilted head and smile.

“REALLY? Sweet sixteen? You basically outed yourself, why’d you do that?” His head still tilted but the smile was gone.

“Robby, I’ve held the truth in for so long. I lived with a man as my husband, married a woman and fathered two boys, and I have mourned his loss for twenty-five years now.” And he took a breath.

“Now granted, if I had never fathered your dad, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” And I had never thought about that.

“I don’t understand, Grampy?”

Cuming down the west side of, I 90, is a nice sight. “Don’t freak out; so, you and Rory?” He asked. I was not expecting that as I guided the bus closer to the setting sun with my foot on the break.

“Whatever he told you, Grampy was a lie.” And I maneuvered around traffic.

“I saw, slick. He didn’t tell me a thing. You should get off at the next exit; we’re gonna hit traffic.” And I did.

I wondered watching him maneuver around cars with a heavy foot; is this what I look like? But just a kid to those on the left. He merged onto the 405 like it was nothing on a Friday and I was glad I wasn’t driving.

It became slow and go, Grampy still talking to me; “It was funny her calling you Gampy, Slick.” And he couldn’t stop laughing.

He moved with such grace between and around traffic; I don’t know where he got that air horn but it works.

“Are we home yet???” Have I said, I hate my, fuckin brother?

“Soon,” He told him as I stood up.

“You are such a dick,” I announced with a slap to the back of his head.

“That fuckin hurt, Robby. Grampy? He hit me!”

“Robby, give brother your chair.” And I did.

“Break lights, Grampy.”

That was the first thing he said. “I see them. You think this is my first rodeo???” I answered back, and, asked.

“Why, you being, such a dick?” I questioned. I never talked to them like this, but he’d really been a little dick.

“Dad never called me back; I would’ve liked seeing him. It’s been a long time.” That was all I needed to hear. My son wasn’t taking calls from my/his boys, and next time I see him; he has a fuckin double-tap cuming.

“You and me, both.”

“Brake lights, Grampy.”

“I see them. Is it like I’m driving by brail; just bumping off cars on both sides. You need to cut me a little slack.”

I thought about what he said. “Your Mom and Dad; thought I raised him better than that. You know they’re not together anymore?” He looked at me.

He was a younger version of his brother, without what, his brother has. “How long, Gampy?” He asked.

“Don’t start,” And he smiled because I knew he was gonna say ‘break lights.’

“It’s been a while. Why; Are you being such a dick?” I asked.

“Why are you being mean to me.”

“You got one cuming. I will smack you someday: remember this today. Have you ever known me to be mean??? I am not being mean. Has your brother ever showed you?” We had never gone here before.

“Showed me what?” I needed nothing else.

“He shaves his junk.” And I started to laugh because it was the first thing that came to mind.

“Grampy!” Came from behind. “Grampy does it too.” He told his brother in defense; I was doing seventy in a sixty.

“Break lights.” They both said.

“I have eyes,” I told them.

“How long, Gampy?” He asked with a yawn.

“How long have I been shaving??? Or your brother? Give brother back his chair: we’ll be home when you wake up.” And Robby took the co-piolets seat as his brother smacked the back of his head.

Rubbing over his scalp he said, “Just so you know, we’ve only peed in front of each other.” I told him.

“I saw, Robby. Does he shave?” He asked me.

“He does now; brake lights.”

“I have fucking eyes. What is it with you and your brother, all this back seat driving and shit? I never said one thing to you driving at ten over going up the pass.”

“Grampy??? Are you ok?” I needed to know.

“You stop that, right now. I’m fine. Those puppy dog eyes don’t work on me anymore.” And I said break lights again knowing my eyes still worked on him.

“You know? Your Grammy thought I couldn’t see and said that all the time with her hand on the dash. I wish she could have known you; read what you did. I wish she could have.

I know one thing; she would have felt sorry for me. Torn between my loves.” And he took the ramp for I 5.

“You built a house for you guys? Rob wouldn’t move?” I asked. It caught him off guard.

“I built a house for our rockin-chairs. He flat out refused. God, he pissed me off sometimes. Him? Even knowing my plans to move for eighteen months. The time I put into it. Ours; was his home and I sold the other furnished, weeks later.

What I wrote was true, she did understand, I think? Rob and her got along, mostly for my sake, but I think more time was robbed from her than our boys.”

“I saw, Grampy. Brake lights.” And he shook his head at me.

“You need to be careful with, Rory. I understand your pool of, whatever, is small, but that is where we live. One wrong move could create a shit-storm. Are you hearing me?” He asked. I nodded and it was quite.

From your Author’s.

This series that has not been well received, less than two-hundred readers per chapter, we have no idea why?

During our absents, I did ‘No Regrets’ as a distraction. Robby and I have over ten-thousands words done. I have read many thousands of word, substance, only to get to the actual reason we read. We both hope you enjoy this and Grampy will post a new chapter of ‘No Regrets’. RJC’s.